However, the soldiers who desperately moved the remains of the car despite burning their hands were disappointed.
The huge air waves generated by the explosion of aerial bombs can even twist steel into terrifying shapes. How can the human body in it be lucky? Most of the suicide squad members were blown away by the air waves and were shaken to death. Their bodies were shaken to death.
They seemed to be in good condition, but they were all limp. If it weren't for a stretcher, almost no one could lift them up.
Their bones had been shaken to pieces by the horrific explosion.
The Japanese bombs were thrown very accurately. The aerial bombs basically exploded at a position of tens to ten meters on both sides of the road. Such a short distance was enough to destroy the convoy. Only a handful of 30-kilogram bombs were dropped on the road with incomparable accuracy.
A huge crater was left, and at least one infantry company gathered together to fill the crater with earth and level it. The fighter planes in the sky were still fighting fiercely. Their air force brothers may need a smooth road to make an emergency landing.
Although the fields in Jiangnan Water Town are open enough, if an aircraft landing at a speed of one to two hundred kilometers per hour makes an emergency landing in such fields, the probability of damage will be as high as over 60%.
Finally, the five or six miles long road covered with car wreckage was cleared by at least more than three infantry battalions of officers and soldiers driven by three vehicles in 20 minutes. More than forty bodies were carried away on stretchers covered with white cloth.
In the woods, the remaining ones that were not found were naturally too close to the bombs and were torn apart by the huge energy of the bomb explosion.
But groups of soldiers did not give up. They bent over and lowered their heads and searched silently in the mud. Their eyes were extremely pious, and the constant roar of aircraft engines and gunfire in the sky could not make them raise their heads to take a look.
Their mission is to find their brothers.
Liu Lang issued a death order and found the remains of all the soldiers. Even if the vehicle he was in was hit by an aerial bomb and the people and vehicles were blown to pieces, the bones would still have to be found. The soldiers of the independent regiment had to go home. Then
This was what he had promised to his fellow villagers when he left Sichuan Province.
Qiang Sanwa was personally driven by his major battalion commander, who was the only officer in the 50-man death squad, and the second lieutenant platoon leader of the revenge battalion, to lead him towards the first truck that was already filled with smoke.
The vehicle he was driving was also the first vehicle to encounter the Japanese aircraft.
Xie Changlong, the commander of the Exorcist Battalion, stood in front of the still smoking car, watching Qiang Sanwa wailing and carrying the second lieutenant officer, who was completely charred and had long been unrecognizable, out of the tattered cab.
His completely blackened arm was still holding the steering wheel firmly. The recruit Danzi, who couldn't bear to damage his arm, used a personal military shovel to pry the steering wheel off.
Rejecting the stretcher and help brought by the other soldiers, the young recruit Danzi leaned his cousin's already darkened head on his shoulders and carried the body on his back. He sniffed the snot from crying, and the soldier struggled to carry his brother and his wife.
Sir, walked towards the woods where he had said goodbye to him.
The pace is hard and slow, but yet more determined than ever.
Once, his brother held up the entire blue sky for him, but now, it is his brother who should accompany him so that he will not be alone.
The major battalion commander waved his hand to stop the rest of the soldiers from following. He almost used all his strength to raise his trembling hand, stood at attention, and saluted. Tears in his eyes had quietly fallen.
Of course Xie Changlong was sad. He was the platoon leader of the first platoon of the first company of the Vengeful Battalion. He was the best second lieutenant officer in the entire Vengeful Battalion. His pistol skills were the best in the entire battalion. In Peiping, he once killed three fierce Japanese invaders with a big knife in his hand. He was
A first-class hero. However, such a hero died in battle before he even reached the battlefield.
Is it worth it? Or not?
The Army Major asked himself this question countless times from the moment he gave the order until the moment he saluted with trembling.
Only one officer from the 50-man death squad participated in the death squad. It was not that officers were afraid of death and did not dare to participate in the death squad, but that almost all infantry battalion commanders had issued regulations prohibiting officers from participating. This is because there is a lack of grassroots officers in the independent regiment.
A good junior officer can lead his brothers to kill more Japs while he himself will die less. This order is almost universally understood and accepted by the soldiers of the independent regiment.
Officers cannot die easily. It's not that they cannot die, but they must die with more value.
But other infantry battalions can, but only the Vengeful Battalion cannot. The Vengeful Battalion is a new member of the independent regiment. They may be eager to kill the Japanese, but if even the officers do not go to die but ask the soldiers to take the initiative to die, they will not be able to do this.
It's a lot worse. The Army Major knows this very well.
Therefore, with blood dripping from his heart, he did not hesitate to send out his strongest second lieutenant and lead the soldiers to serve as cannon fodder. None of them had embarrassed the shameful battalion. The soldiers followed their platoon leader and strode out of the queue.
that moment.
That's worth it.
Go to death in no particular order.
In this battle to defend the country, tens of millions of soldiers died. Looking at the backs of the new recruits slowly disappearing, the major and battalion commander’s saluting hands no longer trembled, becoming firm and fearless. He and his soldiers were all fighting in this mortal battle.
Grow in battle.
The revenge camp is not only about killing Japanese soldiers to wash away the shame, but also about understanding what sacrifice is. As long as more comrades and tribesmen can survive, death is nothing to be afraid of.
.......
"There is someone alive. This brother is still alive." A soldier was surprised in a ditch covered by grass about seven or eight meters away.
Following the shouts, at least twenty soldiers rushed over.
"Company commander, Liao Hulu is still alive, Liao Hulu is still alive!" A soldier who ran over recognized the appearance of the soldier who was carried out of the trench, and his voice of surprise even suppressed the roar of the engines of the Chinese and Japanese fighter planes overhead.
"Quick, quick, doctor, doctor, my soldiers are still alive, come quickly." Yan Qiguan, who has been promoted to the commander of the first company of the police reconnaissance battalion, shouted as he ran. "You all, please be gentle and keep your body level.
"
The pale soldier was gently carried out of the ditch by the soldiers. He was carried carefully as if he was protecting the most important treasure. He trotted towards the military doctor who was running over with a medicine box 300 meters away. He was the only one alive after searching for a long time.
One, there is no room for error.
"Liao Hulu, can you hear me?" Yan Qiguan looked worriedly at the young soldier's face as pale as paper and asked softly.
The young soldier's eyes were half-opened, his eyes moved slightly, his lips moved, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Okay, okay, don't talk, just stay alive, just stay alive, the doctor will be here soon." Yan Qiguan's heart suddenly tightened.
"Company commander..." The soldier's voice was as light as a mosquito. Then, he opened his mouth suddenly and spurted out a mouthful of purple-black blood, spraying it all over Yan Qiguan's face, which suddenly became extremely ugly.
The soldier who finished spitting out blood only shouted these two words, and the look in his half-open eyes suddenly dimmed.
"Hulu, Hulu, don't scare me." The soldier who was the first to discover his comrades in the infantry squad shouted wildly.
"Liao Hulu, please be strong, the doctor will be here soon." Yan Qiguan didn't bother to wipe the blood from his face, his eyes were burning and he turned around and shouted. "Doctor, where is the doctor!"
The military doctor was almost carried by the two soldiers who were with him and ran the last 200 meters as fast as possible. After testing the pulse of the soldier's carotid artery with trembling hands, he began to inject cardiac needles and perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, one bite at a time.
Black blood spurted out from the soldier's mouth, but there was no breath.
Until the military doctor, who was over 30 years old, finally sat down on the ground in despair and cried: "I can't save him, I can't save him."
The military doctor who had experienced countless life and death wanted to save the young soldier in front of him, because he knew that this was the only soldier who could give him first aid on this inherently fatal battlefield. If he could not be saved, then fifty
Every soldier is gone.
However, no matter how hard he tried, it was still gone.
Although, the doctor's instinct allowed him to test the pulse and know that the soldier had passed away before he arrived.
Although he was lucky enough to be knocked over in the ditch and escaped one wave after another of terrifying air waves, the first wave of air that lifted him had already shattered his internal organs, and his life had been basically cut off from that moment on.
"It's impossible, it's impossible. He was fine just now. He can still call the company commander, doctor, please save him again! He can't die. His mother-in-law and baby are still waiting for him at home!" The soldier's eyes were red.
Well, all I had to do was grab the military doctor by the collar.
"It's impossible to save him. If I press down any more, his heart will be crushed out. The enemy's aerial bomb is too powerful. It will break. It will break." The military doctor who was lying on the ground cried and murmured.
despair.
Everyone looked at the extremely sad military doctor with only despair.
Finally, there is still no one alive?
From having hope to utter despair, is there anything sadder than this?
In an instant, all the soldiers present were in tears.
"Why are you crying? Just swallow your tears for me." The army captain whose face was twitching suddenly yelled, then he bent down and silently held one end of the stretcher, "Let's go, come with me, take the gourd home."
The young captain and the soldier, carrying their last hope ten minutes ago and complete despair ten minutes later, walked towards their infantry company. There, there were nine brothers waiting, some with bodies and some with others.
, but there is only soil with a little bit of flesh and blood.
There is great sorrow on the ground, and the battle continues in the sky.
Judging from the number of Japanese aircraft shot down and damaged, the Chinese Air Force had the upper hand. There were at least five Japanese aircraft that braved thick smoke and fled in confusion, and more than four Japanese aircraft fell directly. However, the Chinese Air Force was not without damage.
, at least three smoked out of the battle and flew towards the capital. Two of them made an emergency landing on the road. One was successful by chance, but the other lost control and rushed from the road into the fields, right in front of thousands of Chinese infantry.
The face crashed into a ball of flames in the wilderness.
After all, the sturdy cockpit of the modified "Thunderbolt" is more survivable. Only one was injured and escaped far away. Most of the injured and forced landings were Hawker III fighters equipped by the Chinese Air Force. At this time, only the Hawker III was left in the sky.
Five, but still fighting hard in the sky thousands of miles long.
Originally, with the excellent performance of Zhou Dapeng's 12 fighter planes, they were fully capable of defeating the 96 fighter jets that were twice their size. However, they still fell into a disadvantage.
Because the 12 Japanese fighter jets and 12 dive fighters that originally left returned in a large circle several kilometers away. At this time, in addition to the ones that had been shot down, the number of Japanese aircraft in the sky was as high as 40, and they belonged to the Chinese Air Force.
In terms of aircraft, there are only 16 aircraft left.
This is a completely unequal battle in terms of numbers.
The Chinese soldiers on the ground looked up at the sky with their hands clenched tightly, wishing they could not fly up to the sky to fight with them.